this picture makes my vagina hurt for some reason..
1:25am and yawning.
But wait …
It is not morning …
I have the kettle on while the sun settles over the distant hills.
My body stills thrills, kills thoughts as if taking pills for slumber,
As if having to lumber through time
Based on numbered hours set on a clock not mine
Is over the line,
so i have an onion tattooed on my foot, it isn’t random, there is an actual story behind it. My name is Charlotte and when i was born, my grandad phoned my mum to see how she was and what name she had decided to give me, when my mum replied “Charlotte” he said “shalott!? isn’t that a fucking onion!?” and ever since then the name onion has stuck. And as i am off to university and leaving home, i thought it would make a lovely leaving present to myself (: